"Die together?"
Yang Yuan’s eyes were full of mockery. An undernourished brat wanted to die with him?
That fist couldn’t even kill a chicken, let alone a person.
He couldn’t even break through his armor.
He truly didn’t know where this kid got his confidence.
Yang Yuan suddenly stopped his blade and mockingly looked at the vine armor that the other party was smashing towards him, preparing to slowly play with him until he died.
“Idiot, my armor can’t even be cut through by a blade. Your small fist is just like tickling… ”
“Bang!”
The moment Yang Yuan was hit by the other party’s fist, he felt as if his stomach had been kicked by a horse. A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and his body flew backward.
Yang Yuan crashed heavily into a tree, blood continuously flowing from his mouth, his face filled with disbelief and pain.
“Ho… How is this possible… ”
How could a child have such great strength! He actually managed to send him flying several meters.
He looked down at the vine armor, which had already burst open.
Yang Yuan swayed, trying to get up, but he had already vomited blood, indicating that his internal organs had ruptured.
Sure enough, before he could get up, he died with wide eyes, his gaze filled with unwillingness, anger, and shock.
He never imagined that he would die here, at the hands of a child he looked down upon.
Jiang Ping'an gasped for breath, the terror on his face unable to dissipate.
He wanted to die with the other party, but he didn’t expect the full force of his punch to be so powerful.
He was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child! He actually sent a person flying!
This so-called Cultivate was stronger than he had imagined.
“Ugh~”
Jiang Ping'an knelt on the ground and vomited, his body trembling.
It was his first time killing someone, and for some reason, he felt particularly nauseous.
A mix of surprise and fear surged into his heart.
The surprise was that he had embarked on the path of Cultivate and eliminated an oppressive official.
The fear was also due to this; the other party was not just one person, and the entire Pingshui County had four thousand armed soldiers.
If other soldiers discovered that he had killed their comrade, they would definitely retaliate.
With his current ability, he would surely die!
Jiang Ping'an quickly suppressed his nausea and other emotions, then dragged away the soldier’s body.
He thought for a moment and buried the soldier in a grave.
Before burying him, he took all the money from the soldier’s body, a total of over three hundred copper coins, and a silver ingot.
In addition, he also found a book.
This book was called “Blade Wielding Techniques.”
It had illustrations and content, making it not difficult to remember.
After burying the body and driving away the soldier’s horse, he sat on the grave mound and quickly memorized the contents of the book.
He had no combat skills, but with this “Blade Wielding Techniques,” he could increase his combat power.
In this chaotic era, learning more things was definitely not wrong.
Out of caution, Jiang Ping'an did not bury the soldier’s blade too deep. If he encountered danger, he could take it out and use it.
Over the next two days, Jiang Ping'an would Cultivate the Breathing and Inhaling Method when he had Spirit Stones, and when he didn't, he would learn blade-wielding techniques.
During this time, he was constantly on edge, fearing that the soldiers would come looking for him.
Fortunately, they didn’t. When he went to the town to buy food, he heard that traces of Empire soldiers had appeared on the county border, and many soldiers had gone out to search.
Jiang Ping'an relaxed. So many days had passed; they should no longer come looking for him here.
“Crack~”
On the third day after killing the soldier, Jiang Ping'an used Spirit Stones to open up his second Meridians, successfully entering the second layer of Qi Cultivation.
This time, the number of Spirit Stones spent was double that of before, using twenty pieces.
Jiang Ping'an found that the Spirit Stones required for the next Breakthrough would again double, needing forty Spirit Stones.
Although the consumption was high, it didn't matter; he had plenty of time to replicate Spirit Stones.
Jiang Ping'an forcefully pushed off with his legs, leaping onto the two-meter-high rooftop.
He was stronger than when he was at the first layer of Qi Cultivation, and Jiang Ping'an was so happy he wanted to cheer.
Just as he was about to cheer, he suddenly lay prone on the rooftop, secretly peeking behind the house.
Through the weeds, he saw five figures.
These five people were crouching, holding weapons, slowly approaching his house.
“Wasn’t this village plundered by us? Why is there still smoke coming from the chimney?”
“Maybe it’s a straggler, or a refugee.”
“Great, I hope it’s a woman.”
Although the five people’s discussions were very quiet, Jiang Ping'an’s hearing had improved significantly, allowing him to clearly hear their conversation.
Jiang Ping'an’s eyes instantly turned red, and he tightly gripped the weeds, his body trembling.
They were bandits!
And they were the bandits who massacred the villagers!
They must die!
Jiang Ping'an wanted to jump down and deal with them directly, but seeing the weapons in their hands, he abandoned the idea.
Although his strength was great, he was still just one person, and he was still a child, while the other party had weapons.
His father had told him never to be arrogant, no matter what.
He quietly dropped from the other side of the house and quickly ran towards the place where the soldier’s body was buried.
The soldier’s military blade was buried there.
He took the military blade and quietly returned to the vicinity of the thatched hut.
Several bandits came out of his room, cursing.
“Why is no one here? Did they discover us and run?”
“Perhaps they went out to chop firewood. Two hide in the room, three hide outside, and wait for them to return.”
The five immediately hid, preparing for a sneak attack.
Jiang Ping'an watched them from the shadows, his eyes utterly cold.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the two people hiding behind the room door grew a little impatient.
“Did the people here really run away? Otherwise, with food cooking in the room, they wouldn’t leave for so long.”
“Damn it, what a waste of time!”
A scar-faced man walked out of the room, “Brother Leopard, let’s not wait, let’s carry the rice and flour and go.”
The courtyard was silent; no one responded.
“Brother Leopard?” The scar-faced man didn’t hear any movement and called out again.
Just then, a cold light flashed overhead, and the scar-faced man’s head fell to the ground, blood gushing out.
“Brother Dao!”
The people in the room were startled, looking at the youth who had dropped from the rooftop, shouting: “Brother Leopard! Someone is here! He killed Brother Dao!”
“They are already dead.”
Jiang Ping'an held the blood-stained military blade and walked straight ahead. Because he was quite short, the blade dragged on the ground, sparking.
The last remaining bandit’s eyes widened in horror.
“Impossible! How could you, a child, silently kill Brother Leopard and them!”
This child was small, about the same height as the blade. Even if he could kill someone, it couldn’t be so quiet, unless he dealt with Brother Leopard and the others in an instant!
But this child couldn’t be that powerful!
Jiang Ping'an didn’t speak, his eyes indifferent and cold.
For some reason, under that gaze, the bandit had the illusion of being watched by a vicious wolf, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
“I am from Mount Dawang! If you dare to touch me, our Mount Dawang bandits will not let you go! Your whole family will die!”
“My family, they are all dead.”
Jiang Ping'an raised his blade and brought it down. The bandit tried to fight back, but he simply couldn’t match the youth’s speed.
“Thud~”
Another body fell.
The bandit’s eyes were wide, full of disbelief, unable to imagine that a child had killed five bandits who frequently killed people. Moreover, the trajectory of the blade the child wielded was very clean, as if he had been trained.
Jiang Ping'an’s arm trembled. Although this was his second time killing, his body was still in fear.
However, it was much better than the first time.
He put down the blade and skillfully searched the bandits’ bodies. Being poor, he felt that everything was a treasure and didn’t want to waste anything on these people.
“Hmm? What is this?”
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